Fuck you, you don’t owe it to yourself man, you owe it to me. Cause tomorrow I’m gonna wake up and I’ll be 50, and I’ll still be doing this shit. And that’s all right. That’s fine. I mean, you’re sitting on a winning lottery ticket, and you’re too much of a pussy to cash it in and that’s bullshit. Cause I’d do fucking anything to have what you got. So would any of these fucking guys. It’d be an insult to us if you’re still here in 20 years. Hanging around here is a fucking waste of your time.
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I feel the certain pressure with Luca’s movie and James Ivory’s screenplay. I feel like I need to develop a British accent or something, to become thespian. And now it’s nice because people know I’m a fucking goofball.
It pisses me off how nobody seems to care about screenwriters to film as an artform, with a fair few people saying to me that the script doesn’t really matter compared to the rest of the production/what ends up on the screen, which is bullshit.
Like, the reason so many films are garbage is because the execs feel so free to fuck with screenplays and turn the scripts into, to quote Terry Pratchett, “something that had all the hallmarks of being good and then the studio got involved,” and maybe if we actually started giving a shit about screenwriters as critics/audiences, maybe we wouldn’t end up with them being considered the creatively-lowest person on the “Above The Line” section of filmmaking personell
Doubly so for production designers, who aren’t even given the dignity of being caled above-the-line (Ala directors, producers, ect), despite how vital they are for a production’s appeal. Like. can you imagine Blade Runner without.Syd Mead? Alien without H R Geiger? Star Wars without, Ralph Mc Quarrie?!